Having been around the block in my underwear
Curled up-and-died karma already
After the time-scab-numb-hardness had dusted off my knees
Standing shaken for longer than can smell up two socks
What now, stirred time?
Two teenagers kissing on a beach
Two old soldiers playing chess
Just keep doing that, please
I, an acquired taste with a hairbrush
Will travel, will wait
Self-sufficiently enough
Breathing through the Banjo
Ease, look upon me
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